Peter & Victor

Talk to me
Talk to me
So I take one hand of this pot, and I stab Victor. They take me to the station
and they put me in this room. «Do you admit you’re an asshole? Will you sign a
statement swearing you’re an asshole?» I said, «No, got my own schedule for
these things, boys.»
Talk to me or leave me here
‘Cause I won’t care, I don’t care
Talk to me or leave me here
‘Cause I won’t care, I won’t care
«Victor, talk to me, Victor,» but he was halfway up the block. Oh Victor,
it used to be so fine, the spring in ‘89, watching the creeps go by.
Guess I shoulda never sold your radio; things like that really show a guy
something
Talk to me or leave me here
‘Cause I won’t care, I don’t care
Talk to me or leave me here
‘Cause I won’t care, I won’t care
So me and Victor danced, and I watched him spin around, but you can talk about
these things ‘til you grind your teeth down. Victor thought it was all too much,
but me, I like things messy. So I guess I’ll be alone for a while,
but oh that Victor, he used to sleep with the saddest smile. Oh my